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I left my feelings of despair for a moment to try, believe me

I was not intent or malice I was marking thinly pressed sheets of paper they were covered in confusion but it all went forward with intent

i was not just an illusion azazz i saw nothing of the kind he pressed forward and prepared the benediction of his life

the scars were just their aim beneath the grass it grows and i could not blame him

blame itself was just a condition and he had sighted my repose

not alive or mend my repair i condition

life and despair

Not enduring streams of hatred

just a want for someone closer

i had tried to feed your notice to my dearly beloved 

i had done my best and nothing seemed to affect

your calm prediction of my failure

maybe it was wasted time that afforded all

the discontented lines

maybe i was just relying on

a noblility that you simply did not prepare in advance